This actually happened.
There is cake on the table near my pod at work. Some stranger comes up and helps himself to it.
STRANGER: Good morning!
MY COWORKER: Yeah, it's Friday!
STRANGER: This cake looks delicious.
MY COWORKER: It is. I love cheesecake.
STRANGER: Whose birthday is it?
MY COWORKER: Lisa's.
STRANGER: Tell her I say happy birthday when she gets back.
MY COWORKER: Wait, who are you?
STRANGER: I'm Dan.
MY COWORKER: Do you work here?
STRANGER: Not as such.
MY COWORKER: What are you doing here?
STRANGER: I'm in town for the weekend from Toronto, and I heard you had some free cake.
MY COWORKER: How did you get in here?
MY OTHER COWORKER: Cut him some slack, there's plenty of cake.
STRANGER: Thanks.
MY COWORKER: You should leave.
STRANGER: I can't.
MY COWORKER: Why not?
STRANGER: I'm still eating my cake.
Silence
STRANGER: (with mouth full of cake) This weather sure sucks, huh?
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see, if you worked here with me, you'd have cake (brownies this morning, actually) AND a security locked door so no strangers could come waltzing in...but then I've never had crazy stories like that to tell...tho I did meet a canadian myself the other day.
It actually didn't happen. I meant to put that at the end, but I forgot. The Duke of Misinformation strikes again!
This happened??
uyxanik
No, I made it up, and I thought saying it was true would make it more funny.
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